User blog comment:Corbus/A Bounty To Pay/@comment-3474228-20130409192526

Dirg dashes into a clearing and looks about frantically, finally diving into a condensed section of bushes. Within moments, three other hares find their way into the clearing, two with arrows nocked and one swinging a mace and chain. All have morbid grimaces on their faces. The burly hare with the mace calls out in a gruff voice. "C'mon, Lenter, we won't hurt ye. We jus' wanna talk, mate." Dirg stays hidden, not daring to breathe, knowing one movement will give away his position to the keen ears and eyes of the Long Patrol veterans.